Children Of The World

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Just in case you was wondering

I did make the beat

Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)

And they wonder why we bang

Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang

I'm just sitting here, praying to my father

Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow

Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap

I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't free

Plus college ain't me, sitting in the class

Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask

Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics

And I just want to be fly

What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply?

And fast food won't do 'cause you overqualified

I'm feeling like hustling

Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting

Running in so much work with school buzzing in

God, and I risk the only things we be trusting in

All else fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then

Either get rich or die poor

Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried though

I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival"

Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible

Cause we just try and decode all the secrets

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless

And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"

My girl found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though

My past relationships got me like "what up, ho? "

I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for

As disrespectful, I admit

I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"

Cause we just, guess I look up to the pimps

I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits

The cars and the broads and the kicks

Is something to strive for when you ain't never had shit

I'm feeling like what the fuck, they want my soul

Like my ancestors' ain't enough

If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust?

If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?

Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough

That be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid

The pride to all the things that my father did

Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit

They gave me Hell like I asked for it

Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T.

I guess I didn't swag enough

Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough

Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough

Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough

Steady acting like I ain't had enough

Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough

I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough

On the track like I'm pushing crack, bag it up

I tell these niggas to back it up

My bitch like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her

'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate

Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend to wait

That's too lyrical, he been round busting

Mississippi? Well, he don't sound Southern

He be down cause it's since '05, I swear

The game's a pound of Reggie

So anything I sell's a breath of air

Yeah, fuck with me